"Let's start with you, Stefan Netherlore. You'll be AWOL during the attack." The Cult Leader stated, glancing in the direction of the young teenager who seemed to be younger than him by only a year or two.
"W-what? I won't be around? But—"
"I understand your desire to have a rematch with Jared Leonard, but you already had your fun. Your responsibilities to the Cult come first. Don't you agree?"
Stefan gulped upon seeing how the leader's gaze narrowed at him, forcing him to nod his head in defeat.
"You'll be in charge of attacking the allied nations. Use the resources at your disposal properly—the Nether Beasts and the Corrupted." Their Leader added.
"U-understood."
Stefan's face was dark with annoyance, but he was too powerless to resist orders from his superior.
'Damnit! I wanted to be the one to face Jared this time around. I wanted to defeat him fair and square!' What was the point of his big reveal to Jared, and displaying a fragment of his power to the boy?
